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Rock Star
03:53
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I bought myself a used guitar
I think I'll be a big rock star
It looks like it'd be easy to do
Just plunk a couple notes and yell out “Oooooooohhhhhhhhh”
Bought a guitar book by old Mel Bay
It guaranteed it was the easiest way
It said that you’d be playing well by June
Teach you the chords and how to tune
Somehow I think ol’ Mel is lyin'
And I’m getting really sick of tryin'
To get my fingers on the strings
And sound like much of anything
I really thought I’d love this guitar thing
And earn myself a pile of bling
But I'm thinking that I might just quit
'Cause it seems to me that Mister Bay
is really just full of...
(Should I learn to play piano?)
Somehow I think ol’ Mel is lyin'
And I’m getting really sick of tryin'
To get my fingers on the strings
And sound like much of anything
Maybe I can simply learn to sing
At least you don’t have to hold anything
Just belt it out real loud and strong
In a pair of tights and hair real long
I can see me now up there on the stage
Singing, dancing, not looking my age
The people are cheering and lighting their lights
And I’m up there smiling in pants too tight
I can see myself as a big rock star
Maybe I should learn to play the guitar...
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2. |
Basement Band
03:54
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I like the drums
Cause they’re so great
I like the drums
The way they resonate
I like the drums
And they’ll lend a hand
Part of my little basement band
I like the bass
It thumps a line
I like the bass
'Cause it sounds so fine
I like the bass
And it’ll lend a hand
Part of my little basement band
I like guitar
The strings that ring
I like guitar
'Cause they swagger with a sting
I like guitar
It is a star
A star of my little basement band
All doing their part in my basement band
All doing their part in my basement band
I like the horns
The way they play
I like the horns
They play a special way
I like the horns
And they'll lend a hand
Part of my little basement band
I like the keys
They go along
I like the keys
'Cause they dance around the song
I like the keys
And they’ll lend TWO hands
Part of my little basement band
Chorus
I like the band
All doing their part in my basement band
I like the band
Playing the chart as part of my basement band
I like the band, I like the band
I’ll play for you if you come on in and clap your hands
Clap your hands, come clap your hands
Be a part of my special little basement band
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3. |
My Gal's Big
02:05
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My gal's big, she's as big as a tree
My gal's big, she's as big as a Christmas tree
And when it comes to lovin'
She's more than enough for me
My gal's big and she loves to dance and sing
My gal's big and she loves to dance and sing
Oh the place starts to rumble when she's shakin' everything
When we started dancing, everybody clears the floor
When we started dancing, people beg for more
When that big butt's moving, there's no room for anymore
When that big butt's moving, people beg for more
Everything on the dance floor
My gal's big, she's as big as a tree
My gal's big, she's as big as a Christmas tree
And you might say I'm crazy but she's mighty fine to me
You might go for skinny, but she's just right for me
And you might say I'm crazy but she's mighty fine to me
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4. |
Sweets
04:22
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It must have started way back in time, right in the womb
A Hershey bar eaten in the waiting room
I’m talking about all the things that are so sweet
Like cookies and cakes and donuts and wonderful treats
I love to eat them all, the pies and shortcake
I’ll eat anything that’s freshly baked
Fruit or custard, chocolate, lemon or lime
I'll gladly eat them any old time
They're sneakin' up...
As the calories mount my self esteem sags
But I quickly reach for one more bag
Would you care for a piece of pie, oh yes indeed!
My guilt is filed away and I concede
They're sneakin' up...
(Bridge)
Peddling like mad on the exercise bike
So I can eat all the wonderful things I like
Fifty minutes of toil, hard work and sweat
I haven’t even burned one cookie off yet...
Maybe my fate was sealed from the start
Baklava, sweet rolls, muffins and tarts
They'll keep me the same for year after year
A ring around my middle and an over-sized rear
They're sneakin' up...
(Apple, berry, pumpkin, custard, strawberry and then a rhubarb)
They're sneakin' up...
(Cookie, cream puff, coffee cake, éclair, soufflé and then a crêpe)
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5. |
Meanies
04:02
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Does it make you wonder as you sit and ponder
What it is that makes some folks so mean
Do their shoes pinch on their toes or maybe, heaven knows
Their undies are unclean
If we dared to chance and gave a wedgie to their pants
Would it make a change in their position
Having shorts that ride way up their butt
Who knows, it might just change their disposition
Meanies of this world
Are trying hard to get their flag unfurled
Meanies of your town
Hey meanies, you won't keep us down
Whatever makes it so we sure wish that it would go
And make a nice man of this meanie
We’re looking for change of heart – any measure
Of improvement, even teenie
If there is a change of heart, we would take it for a start
Not tomorrow but today
We’ve all put up with quite enough of people gruff
They need to change their ways
Meanies of this world
Are trying hard to get their flag unfurled
Meanies of your town
Hey meanies, you won't keep us down
Maybe if we smile and try friendliness a while
He will join the human race
Wouldn’t it be cool if this old, bitter fool
Could put a big grin on his face
Meanies of this world
Are trying hard to get their flag unfurled
Meanies of your town
Hey meanies, you won't keep us down
Hey meanies, you can't keep us down
Hey meanies, you'll never keep us down
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6. |
Chucks
04:17
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Verse1:
You can keep all the fancy leather wear
I wouldn’t put them on 'cause I don’t care
You have to put on paste to give a pretty shine
I don't fool around with shoes of mine
I never worry I’m a fashion flop
I’ll just stick with my old Chuck high-tops
Chorus:
Chucks (my Chuck high tops), my Chucks
I'll never stop wearing my Chucks (my Chuck high tops)
My Chucks, nothing compares to Chucks
Verse 2:
Love my house and pets and two good cars
Got boats, and toys, and great guitars
Most people say I’m lucky, in clover
And that I’m blessed over and over
But the thing that brought me the most luck
Had a circle on the side with the name of Chuck
(Chorus)
Bridge:
All-Stars..... My All-Stars...
First made in 1917
They give my feet a double shot of caffeine
I think I'll buy enough to fill up a trailer
I send a shout out to Chuck Taylor...
Verse 3:
Got a beautiful wife and nice kids too
Can do the things that I wanna do
I can’t complain, I’d do it all again
With little or nothing much to change
But the thing I’d really hate to lose
Are my favorite, bright red, high top shoes
(Chorus)
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7. |
I Want
04:05
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I want to see the world at peace
I want more justice for the least
I want more food for kids to eat
I want an end to graft and greed
I want to see the least be free
I want all water to be clean
I want clean and pretty shores
I want rivers to adore
What do you want
Tell me what you want
I want good to spread afar
I want cities like a shining star
I want happiness for you
I want all these things and soon
What do you want
Tell me what you want
We all want the same thing, all the same things that you do
If you want to change your world, it's gotta start with you
I want joy in all the land
I want money in a worker’s hand
I want a cure for all disease
I want more than just a tease
What do you want
Tell me what you want
We all want the same thing, all the same things that you do
If you want to change your world, it's gotta start with you
We all want the same thing, all the same things that you do
If you want to make a difference, it's gotta start with you
Don't wait, just do.
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8. |
A Workers Song
03:47
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He sits upstairs in a big swivel chair
He's nice and cool, in conditioned air
We’re sweatin’ down here at 109
Not his concern, says I got mine
He’s got it all, no pick and choose
The man don’t wear no steel toed shoes
Walks right by and he don’t look back
He off to the bank with all his jack
We bust our butts for minimum pay
How bout a raise, he says “maybe someday”
If my kid’s sick, well that’s no excuse
The man don’t wear no steel toed shoes
He drives right in, in a big old Cadillac
My beater’s rusty, bald tires in back
He goes up to Ireland, Mexico, France
I can’t even buy a new pair of pants
He’s having fun and counting the loot
The man don’t wear no steel toes shoes
I’d quit this job but what the Hell
Nobody’s hiring that I can tell
Gotta keep humpin' in this stinkin' place
I got no choice in the old rat race
The man don’t care if I win or lose
The man don’t wear no steel toed shoes
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9. |
Young
05:05
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Yesterday, when I was so young
I liked the music that no one sung
Loud and angry with notes that always clashed
With so-so drummers whose loud cymbals crashed
Life seemed so unfair and I wasn't very happy
Things did not go well for me
Very few people could even be called my friend
I was just waiting for each phase of my life to end
Yesterday while I was young
Then in walked you, and the sun began to shine
But I had nothing, couldn’t even raise a dime
I couldn't see a way or even imagine how
That my life could change, and I could be happy now
Yesterday when I was young
Then you took me in, with your warm embrace
All the darkness gone, now it was just your lovely face
So full of of beauty and a smile that's oh so fair
The clouds have gone away, and my world has new fresh air
And once again, I feel so young
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10. |
Martha's Trip To Town
03:15
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Martha took a bus downtown
To see a movie show
But what she’d see up on the stage
Her pristine mind would blow
What she thought to be the Bijou
Was the Gayety instead
The antics that she saw on stage
Made a big mess of her head
First there were a couple men
Dressed in funny clothes
The language of their stories
Was quite dreadful, Heaven knows
Then the band began to play
With a heavy bass drum beat
A woman came on stage to dance
With an outfit incomplete
She pranced around the stage
And all her clothes began to fly
Poor Martha’d never ever had
Such an eyeful in her eye
The dancer's eye's were looking down
Directly Martha's way
Poor Martha used her hands to block
Her vision of the stage
The dancer made her body parts
Gyrate side to side
Tassels going round and round
Martha had to get outside
Now Martha never said a word
About her afternoon
The women’s Sunday class at church
Oh, surely they would swoon
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11. |
A Man Named Anaphora
03:45
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Sneaking ‘round in my parent’s house
Trying to act like a brown field mouse
I went far into the yard, I was mad and keeping my guard
I met a man named Anaphora
He was big on fauna and flora
He wore a suit with a flower design, not a single thing like mine
On his head he had a fedora
This strange Mr. Anaphora
Sticking out of his covered cranium was a red geranium
He was different
He was strange
He was not at all what you’d expect to find in the modern age
His shoes were also very odd
They were covered up by sod
And in this earth were plants you see, daffodils, tulips, and bright pansies
He was different
He was strange
He was not at all what you’d expect to find in the modern age
He was friendly
He was sad
He was just the sort of a person who could never get mad at a kid
Oh, a strange one this Anaphora
Wearing that quite odd fedora
If you ever see him around, he’d appreciate a bag of ground
He was different
He was strange
He was not at all what you’d expect to find in the modern age
He was friendly
He was sad
He was just the sort of a person who could never get mad at a kid
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12. |
Yankee Hillbilly
04:39
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I play a guitar and pretty well too
Know lots of licks and big hit tunes
Somehow this hasn’t made me wealthy
My bank account is not too healthy
I’m a rock and roll guy through and through
I’d love to play some songs for you
But gigs have been real scarce these days
And this has made me kind of crazy
I’ve never lived south of Kalamazoo
But, for more money, here’s what I’d do
I’d learn that country and western stuff (yeah, I'd sing 'em both...)
Having empty pockets is really tough
Oh, my wife could leave me (she’s never wandered)
My pickup truck could quit (my car’s a Honda)
Seems I need to find the blues (I’m really groovin’)
Could lose all my money (but the market’s really movin’)
Got those Yankee down home blues
But first I'll have to pay my dues
So even though my dog ain’t dead
And there's no dream of pickups in my head
I’ll sing about grits and say “y’all”
And hope that the money soon will fall
Oh, my wife could leave me (she’s never wandered)
My pickup truck could quit (my car’s a Honda)
Seems I need to find the blues (I’m really groovin’)
Could lose all my money (but the market’s really movin’)
Got those Yankee down home blues
But first I'll have to pay my dues
So if you see me with a big ol' hat
Pickin' and a grinnin' 'bout this and that
Just as if I am a good ol’ boy
Who found himself a brand new toy
Oh, my wife just left me (she’s never wandered)
My pickup truck just quit (my car’s a Honda)
Seems I always got the blues (I’m really groovin’)
Ain't got no money (the market’s really movin’)
Got those Yankee down home blues
I've just got to pay my dues
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